“Malik, I have never lied to you,” Altair said standing and walking down the few steps till he stood just one above him.
“You’re serious?”
“Yes,” Altair said softly.
“So you don’t like it, killing I mean,” Malik said now feeling awkward he’d let what Ezio said effect him so much. He couldn’t help it, seeing as how he’d known Ezio for so long.
“I like the sneaking part maybe, getting close to a target. But killing? No,” he said, then his eyes grew hard, “Did Ezio tell you that?” Malik just nodded. Altair gently pushed Malik out of the way and walked out the building. Malik had a terrible feeling about this and followed after him as Altair quickly moved down the steps and he was just in time to see Altair hit Ezio so hard the younger man went down like a sack of bricks.
“You fucking psychopath!” Ezio yelled from the ground, hand clutching his face.
“I fucking warned you Ezio,” Altair spat at him, looming over his cousin angrily, his entire back tight with rage. “You are testing my patience on this. Give it up.”
Ezio glared defiantly at Altair and then caught sight of Malik standing on the stairs still, wide-eyed, shocked Altair would actually punch Ezio. The two might have seemed tense earlier, but they’d seemed to get along so well before. Somehow he knew he’d missed something. Altair saw where Ezio looked and turned to look at Malik as well. “See Malik, I told you,” and Ezio pointed at Altair furiously.
“Told him what? Another lie?” Altair snarled. “That’s all you do, Ezio, lie,” and he grabbed his cousin up by his lapels and hauled him to his feet. “You’re a petty lier who tries to break things when he doesn’t get what he wants,” and he shook Ezio a little. Malik was still too shocked to see either of them like this to stop them.
“Fuck you Altair,” and Malik’s eyes widened when Ezio sent a kick at Altair. His boot connected with Altair’s shin and the Syrian let him go. Ezio then tried to punch him. Perhaps not the smartest idea as Altair grabbed his fist and before Malik quite knew what was happening he had Ezio on the ground again, this time Ezio on his stomach, his arm wedged up against his back as Altair pinned him to the ground.
“Don’t ever do that again Ezio,” he growled and Ezio whimpered in pain as Altair bent his arm hard.
That snapped Malik out of his stunned state. Ezio was still his friend, a very old friend, and Altair was hurting him. He went right over to the two and shoved Altair off the younger man to the ground. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped at Altair, who seemed surprised Malik would do that.
“Ow, fuck,” Ezio groaned pathetically.
“Oh shut up Ezio, I did not hurt you that much,” Altair rolled his eyes at his cousin his accent slipping in more than usual, mangling his words up.
“What is wrong with you?” Malik asked Altair again, staring at him.
“What’s wrong with me? Ask Ezio that!”
“He’s not the one throwing punches-
“Did you not see that one just now?” Altair demanded.
“Unprovoked,” Malik finished.
“Oh I was plenty provoked,” Altair growled. “I can’t stand liars, and Ezio here has done nothing but that to you for a long ass time. He deserved that punch, and more,” he glared at his cousin.
Malik turned to Ezio, who was sitting up now and working his arm, an uncomfortable look on his face. “What’s he talking about?” he asked his friend.
“Beats me- hey!”
“Stop fucking lying,” Altair snarled after smacking Ezio, hard, on the shoulder. “If you want to be like me at least be man enough to tell the truth.”
“Ezio?”
Ezio said nothing, Altair made a disgusted huff and stood up. “Pathetic,” he said lowly.
“Then you tell me,” Malik turned to Altair.
“Nope. This is his own can of worms, he can open it and get it over with or sit and eat it himself. Not my fucking problem,” and Altair’s eyes narrowed with dislike. Malik frowned. He sent one last look at Ezio, said something in Italian, and stalked into the apartment building.
“Ezio?” Malik asked gently.
“It’s nothing,” Ezio said softly and looked away, looking defeated.
Re: Altered Flight Pattern (83/?)
“Malik, I have never lied to you,” Altair said standing and walking down the few steps till he stood just one above him.
“You’re serious?”
“Yes,” Altair said softly.
“So you don’t like it, killing I mean,” Malik said now feeling awkward he’d let what Ezio said effect him so much. He couldn’t help it, seeing as how he’d known Ezio for so long.
“I like the sneaking part maybe, getting close to a target. But killing? No,” he said, then his eyes grew hard, “Did Ezio tell you that?” Malik just nodded. Altair gently pushed Malik out of the way and walked out the building. Malik had a terrible feeling about this and followed after him as Altair quickly moved down the steps and he was just in time to see Altair hit Ezio so hard the younger man went down like a sack of bricks.
“You fucking psychopath!” Ezio yelled from the ground, hand clutching his face.
“I fucking warned you Ezio,” Altair spat at him, looming over his cousin angrily, his entire back tight with rage. “You are testing my patience on this. Give it up.”
Ezio glared defiantly at Altair and then caught sight of Malik standing on the stairs still, wide-eyed, shocked Altair would actually punch Ezio. The two might have seemed tense earlier, but they’d seemed to get along so well before. Somehow he knew he’d missed something. Altair saw where Ezio looked and turned to look at Malik as well. “See Malik, I told you,” and Ezio pointed at Altair furiously.
“Told him what? Another lie?” Altair snarled. “That’s all you do, Ezio, lie,” and he grabbed his cousin up by his lapels and hauled him to his feet. “You’re a petty lier who tries to break things when he doesn’t get what he wants,” and he shook Ezio a little. Malik was still too shocked to see either of them like this to stop them.
“Fuck you Altair,” and Malik’s eyes widened when Ezio sent a kick at Altair. His boot connected with Altair’s shin and the Syrian let him go. Ezio then tried to punch him. Perhaps not the smartest idea as Altair grabbed his fist and before Malik quite knew what was happening he had Ezio on the ground again, this time Ezio on his stomach, his arm wedged up against his back as Altair pinned him to the ground.
“Don’t ever do that again Ezio,” he growled and Ezio whimpered in pain as Altair bent his arm hard.
That snapped Malik out of his stunned state. Ezio was still his friend, a very old friend, and Altair was hurting him. He went right over to the two and shoved Altair off the younger man to the ground. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped at Altair, who seemed surprised Malik would do that.
“Ow, fuck,” Ezio groaned pathetically.
“Oh shut up Ezio, I did not hurt you that much,” Altair rolled his eyes at his cousin his accent slipping in more than usual, mangling his words up.
“What is wrong with you?” Malik asked Altair again, staring at him.
“What’s wrong with me? Ask Ezio that!”
“He’s not the one throwing punches-
“Did you not see that one just now?” Altair demanded.
“Unprovoked,” Malik finished.
“Oh I was plenty provoked,” Altair growled. “I can’t stand liars, and Ezio here has done nothing but that to you for a long ass time. He deserved that punch, and more,” he glared at his cousin.
Malik turned to Ezio, who was sitting up now and working his arm, an uncomfortable look on his face. “What’s he talking about?” he asked his friend.
“Beats me- hey!”
“Stop fucking lying,” Altair snarled after smacking Ezio, hard, on the shoulder. “If you want to be like me at least be man enough to tell the truth.”
“Ezio?”
Ezio said nothing, Altair made a disgusted huff and stood up. “Pathetic,” he said lowly.
“Then you tell me,” Malik turned to Altair.
“Nope. This is his own can of worms, he can open it and get it over with or sit and eat it himself. Not my fucking problem,” and Altair’s eyes narrowed with dislike. Malik frowned. He sent one last look at Ezio, said something in Italian, and stalked into the apartment building.
“Ezio?” Malik asked gently.
“It’s nothing,” Ezio said softly and looked away, looking defeated.
“You can tell me,” he said.